earnestly yours
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my poetry of all things beyond happiness and the opposite of it.
earnestly yours
2y ago
what is it
about the world we’re living in where we can make mistakes but can’t at the same time.
and if we ever make them, are we ourselves wrong to feel brought down by them? alongside the shame painted on us by society telling us we’re wrong?
i sometimes fear that any move i make could potentially be a mistake, a mess-up, or make me look completely stupid, anywhere i go.
my mistakes and the rest of the world’s, with a side of society’s perfection standards just has me all thinking…
since when did people forget that we’re all humans trying to be
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earnestly yours
2y ago
my anger,
is as if that whistling from the hot kettle,
never stopped,
and continued to let the water
boil,
and boil,
only to over flow,
until someone shows up to clean up the mess.
and then they burn themselves.
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earnestly yours
2y ago
repressing
all
that is volatile
will wound your
soul.
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earnestly yours
2y ago
the grass grows in constant time
clouds dance among the dreamy blue
I blended into the breeze
kissed by the beams of a star
I sat there
still
entranced by the beauty of growth
in such different forms
that I forgot
to follow along.
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earnestly yours
3y ago
she walked like a pretty vase
made of porcelain and gold
without the beauty inside
of petals and a rose ..read more
earnestly yours
3y ago
Try as hard as you will, in time you must accept that you cannot, by yourself, change the way of this world or the course of the wind.
via Try as you will… — Imperfect Poet ..read more
earnestly yours
3y ago
She only loved her sheets
when they were shared with him
and the warmth from his body
existed on them;
& while the moon would rise,
and the sun would set,
she fell in love with him
all over again.
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earnestly yours
3y ago
the memory of us
slowly fades
and increasingly ages
once the sun meets the moon…
k.c ..read more
earnestly yours
3y ago
pictures of us
and letters to each other
now only exist
as proof of a tragic
and beautiful
disaster.
k.c ..read more
earnestly yours
3y ago
why do we let ourselves
hang on to the beauty of the rose
yet are bleeding from its thorn
k.c ..read more